- cifra
I lift you up
But I drain you out
I wonder how
We get along
Our polaroids
Lying on the ground
I love the sound
Of our collide
We’re walking on a tight rope
Gazing into wanderlust
You’d put on your white robe
I’d follow with true blue trust
The two of us
Have so many miles to walk
I tried to build the perfect walls
There's no such thing, still, I insist
Guess that’s the way it is
I’m moving in
I’m out from the nest
Time to build a life
And I confess
I could never dream
Of a better scheme
Of a wiser girl
Such a pretty pearl
Look at what we’ve made
Our little urban xangri-la
No more need to escape town
Life has showed us what we are
The two of us
Have so many miles to walk
And memories to hang on these walls
There's no such thing, still, we exist
Guess that’s the way it is
